*Sigh* It's been a tense couple of days, hasn't it?

I'm scrambling to wrap everything up at work, as in, permanently, while trying to help secure a replacement roommate, while selling all my furniture on craig's list, while planning the travel out to Chi-town, while trying to get to the DMV, while switching names on the cable bill, while filling my monthly quota for obscenities yelled at bad drivers, while shopping new car insurance (not related to the previous item), while squaring away financial aid, while...

....sorry, 'just had a minor aneuryism. But I'm back.

Tonight I was walking into Albertson's when I bumped into this former co-worker from 5 years ago, an interesting cat named Tai. It's really strange, I ALWAYS bump into this guy, and not just in my neighborhood - and this is the second time I've bumped into him in a grocery store. And it happens so often, I could even come home and tell Cronkette I bumped into that guy I always bump into, and she knows exactly who I'm talking about since she's been with me the last two times I bumped into him! The world is a weird, cosmic energy-filled new-agey place sometimes, my friend.

Anyways, I tell Tai this is probably the last time I'm going to bump into him for a while, since I'm moving to Chicago in 2 weeks. And see I'm happy to have this news to report, because in our random meetings Tai always has some new big thing to report - he got married, he started a new business with his buddy, etc. etc. Meanwhile he gets to watch me, um...get fatter? So I tell him why I'm moving, and he flashes a look of approval, which is nice. Then Tai tells me, "Neither side is getting it right these days. Preach the truth, brotha." I told him I would. I almost wanted to do my impeccable Michael J. Fox impersonation in Teen Wolf, when Stiles implores Scott to do the right thing:

"That's all I want to do, Stiles," [dramatic pause] "that's all I want to do."

It may sound corny, and I know a year from now I'm going to laugh at this shameless idealism, but it's true - that's all I want to do. I'm just fed up with all the talking heads - all the psuedo-pundits on cable yelling discordant viewpoints at one another through the airwaves, fighting for your allegiance, because really they could give two fucks about each other as individuals. You can't think straight. You can't sort it out - sometimes you have no idea how to separate fact from fiction in all this bloody mess. At the end of the day, you've got one of two choices: Either violently bang your head against a wall, or calmly and professionally seek out your own truths.

(And yes, I realize in a year I'll probably be covering pie-eating contests in small-town Iowa, if I'm lucky. I am indeed fully aware of this.)

And finally, I'll end with this all-important, life-shattering question:

Does Stephen Tobolowsky playing Ned the insurance salesman in Groundhog Day totally ruin the gritty dramatic credibility of Mississippi Burning when you see him as the KKK white supremicist and can't get Ned out of your head, or is it the other way around? Does Stephen Tobolowsky playing the white-supremicist KKK grand wizard spoil the comedic brilliance of Groundhog Day? Shouldn't there be laws banning this sort of dual performance? Could we name it the "Stephen Tobolowsky Law"? It's not like you ever see Tom Hanks play the villain! Even when Tom plays a friggin gangster killer, he has to be the gangster killer protagonist with a heart - and a young son to protect. For Christ's sake!! I'm going to bed...